by Sienna Mynx
“I’m having fun, thank you,” she managed in an even voice. If Nero and his harem suspected the shenanigans under the table, neither gave a clue. Sweet torture... sweet Jehovah… this man was finding spots within her she didn’t know existed. With his finger! Stroking her, milking her, making her thighs quake. She dropped a hand from the table and dug her fingers into the leather cushion. He sipped his whiskey as her ass cheeks went through a series of clenches and releases before her body nearly separated her soul from a tidal wave of pleasure breaking over her.
“Well, you enjoy the night. Sir will see to it.” Nero backed off. Just in time. Her eyes closed and her hand gripped his wrist as she neared her climax.
“Don’t fight it. Let it come,” he said.
Her hand loosened. Her thighs parted wider, and her head rolled back as the finger fuck took on more than she planned to give. She couldn’t breathe. Again she’d forgotten how to. Her stomach muscles pulled upward hard, and she arched her back from the bench seat. Destini’s knee went up, bumping the table. She gasped. Her eyes opened to see two others looking their way. She prayed for the shadows, hoped they didn’t see what he was doing but didn’t care. She relished the push of the climax and her essence flowed. And did it flow. The wondrous release shot down her back then spread out, shocking her womb and melting her from the inside. Destini crashed. Her head dropped forward, her shoulders shaking through the wonderful orgasmic release. Every part of her shuddered and her teeth chattered. She lost it. She lost every reserved part of her as she spiraled down.
“Now you’re ready, and it didn’t take a kiss to get you there,” he whispered.
She couldn’t think.
The pleasure was too fast, too swift, and too strong. It rushed her brain and rendered her deaf, dumb, and mute. She wasn’t aware until she slid out of the booth that he was taking her, literally holding her to him. He aided in her ability to stand and walk at his side. She moved with him but she felt almost mentally transported somewhere else. Part of her remained in the booth, shaking through the best, forbidden orgasm of her life.
Dazed, she blinked and focused, his hand rubbing her hip then cupping her ass. With her own juices sticky between her thighs, she spotted the stairs. Dark and mysterious, the stairs that led somewhere made her pulse rate quicken with trepidation. She forgot the script. The game. Yes, the game. She was to play the game… play it well… she’d forgotten. But it was too late to turn back now. Too late to reconsider.
He led her up toward where she assumed privacy awaited. To the unknown. She went willingly.
Six
The hallway was lit by candlelight.
Destini sobered.
Who wouldn’t in that moment? In the moment where it all changed for better or worse, Destini Sanders would be no more. It stilled her. The door slowly closed, giving a shift in the air, a coolness that added to her chill. Her eyes lowered. Destini rubbed her arms for warmth.
He was behind her. Watching. The feeling of his touch earlier lingered between her legs. He opened a door in her that she wasn’t sure she wanted to close. She didn’t dare turn to address it. One thing at a time. Before she dealt with him or folded, she had to decide. Was it Destini or Rain tonight? Possibly a little bit of both? The vanilla scent of the candles and melting wax engulfed her senses. How long had these candles been burning? They stood with long wicks on five-foot tall candelabrums made of black iron. Each––and there were many––seemed to blink and sway all at once, making the shadows shift. Again, dark walls surrounded her, black as night. In fact, they were so black that they seemed to vastly extend the space around her. And so were the floors—the floors that were buffed to a mirrored shine.
It didn’t end there. Through the misty haze of desire and fear, the most prominent feature in the room, the bed, riveted her. Thick canopy posts at four corners with a mystery thin draping drawn shut on one side added to the mystique. To the center was a double-king size mattress. The bed sheets were satin and glistened as if covered in liquid. She had the funny feeling that it was made to accommodate more than one person.
Destini loved beds, took extra time in deciding on Rain’s beddings and the positions of her trysts. How did the one from the pages of her novel materialize tonight? It was a coincidence. Had to be. She found it strange how the littlest details excited her. Her eyes flipped up to the binding ties, spaced appropriately, at the center of the headboard. Hot moisture gathered between her thighs from the sight of it, and she blushed.
Oh let it go, Destini. There’s no need to pretend anymore. You’re Rain tonight, so get a good look, because we’re going all the way. You did join him to go all the way, right? If not, I suggest you head for the door now.
Her lustful desires blew out her flame of resistance. She wanted it. That was what she refused to admit since she keyed the first passage on her keyboard. God help me, but I want it bad.
Dropped from a ceiling bolt were chains with cuffs. On the other side of the room was what looked to be some kind of swing… with a harness? It was fit for two. Now this was something for which she couldn’t imagine the use. Not far from it was a chair with a dildo protruding in the center, and next to that a bench shaped like a star with more cuffs for wrists and ones for feet to be bound, as the person was turned on a wheel. Strange? Her eyes moved on to another wall where several toys, whips, more cuffs, collars, beads, dildos, and creams sat behind a glass casing.
“Feeling better now?” Sir asked.
Her head snapped around. She turned and faced her dark prince. His eyes probed deep. He was waiting for her to say something, but her quickness of mind––the only worthwhile attribute she possessed––deserted her. Then he disarmed her with the sexiest of smiles. And all she could think was: bite me. Not normal. A girl doesn’t usually look at teeth and think, bite me. This man’s teeth were very white, very strong. Flashed under a crooked smile, only briefly, she wanted to run her tongue over them. She loved a man with good hygiene.
“I have to admit, Rain,” he said as he parted his suit jacket by dropping his hands in his pant pockets, “you felt good out there. Soft, supple, that pussy of yours it’s…,” he moaned through moistened lips. “Mmm…sweet. I think tonight I’ll dine there first.”
His words were as good as his touch. She literally shivered at the sound of his deep voice. He drew closer. Decide. Decide. Are you Destini, or Rain? Choose… decide. Her mind kept repeating over and over. Destini closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. She chose.
“Tasty, huh? Brought me to this party room for dinner? That disappoints Rain, sweetheart. I was hoping we’d do more than dine tonight.”
His facial expression showed surprise. He was either amused or thrown by her show of confidence. Destini nodded that she was indeed in the game with him, but not quite the submissive he had expected. “You like to party? Me too. Careful though, I’m better at this than you.” She strolled around the room.
Sir chuckled. He shook his head, possibly in disbelief. But Destini held to her script, to her purpose, to her decision. She planned to take as much as she gave. His hand came out of his pocket and a black scarf, dangled between fingers.
“What’s that for?”
Sir’s smile faded. Mystery and something else unreadable darkened his eyes. “Turn around for me,” he said, his lips barely moving.
Destini stared at the scarf. Of course she knew what it was for. But she wasn’t quite ready yet. Some verbal sparring would be nice. Or was that wrong? Yes. She liked talking about the deed and writing about the deed, but this was a bit different. Her writings never had the texture of reality. And her readers noticed. If Rain were to be with Sir then she wouldn’t be the one in control. And submission was something Destini deeply feared. She’d been submissive at all the wrong times in her life and paid the price for it. Fear formed a tight ball in her throat that she couldn’t swallow. She was alone in a room with a man she didn’t know, teasing him. He could do her just as much harm as good. Was she sure
of the fantasy now?
Destini turned.
He approached. His footfalls like thunder, though soft and steady, echoed in the room. Her heart pounded so hard she put her hand to her chest for fear it would burst through her breast.
Sir lifted the scarf to her face. Soft silk darkness fell over her eyes, and she shut them obediently.
Sir’s hands went over her perfect skin. He liked brown skin. Was it a fetish? Possibly. Sir usually went for darker; it was true those juices were the sweetest.
“You don’t fool me,” he whispered. She visibly tensed. He liked that too. It confirmed what he suspected for the four years he observed her from afar. She was fresh, unspoiled a virgin to the lifestyle she claim to know enough about to write in her spicy novels. Rain was utter bullshit, Destini, however, was the real thing.
Damn, she’s sexy. Not the average kind of sexy either. No, this one had a purity to her that made her corruption priceless. He could tell. Sir considered himself a connoisseur of fine things, sexy women, pleasure and pain. He’d passed on plenty of pussy in search of it. Ajani wasn’t unique in its offerings, but rarely did he come seeking a jewel like this one. He’d moved a lot of obstacles to bring her here. To have her. He would enjoy this.
“Ah, sweetie, what’s next?” she asked with a quiver in her voice. Her false bravado was sublime. Sir licked his lips and ran his hand down her arms.
Look at her. The way she breathes, the nervous fidgeting. Even now she tugged at the side of her short skirt as if she could hide from me. I can tell she’s all woman, all ladylike, soft and sweet. She thinks this is only one night of adventure. My sweet brown beauty doesn’t know that this is just the beginning.
Sir’s fingers reached for the zipper binding her to the dress that gave her breasts a sexy lift. He eased it down.
“Wh-why… why cover my eyes, sweetie?” Destini asked softly, the sass in her voice gone.
He brought his face over her shoulder and pressed his cheek to hers. “Because, kitten, I want you to feel, not think. Pleasure and pain, when done just right and when measured by a master, is the best way to explore. Understand me, you are not in control. You and I both know it. So cut the bullshit.”
“Why should I trust you?” she asked.
“The answers to whatever questions you have I can give you,” he chuckled. “That’s why you chose me Rain. I want to teach you, for me, for my pleasure and eventually yours.”
She grew quiet. He had no worries that she would flee him, even if she tensely contemplated doing so. At this point she wasn’t aware, but soon she’d learn her body and a lot of truths. As her teacher, he guaranteed it.
The dress peeled away to reveal the sweet contour of her back, so perfect it should have been chiseled by Michelangelo to be preserved for eternity. Her skin radiated such warmth he had to press his palm against it. In doing so, she sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He eased the dress off her round hips and again smiled at her lack of undergarments. Good girl.
He stepped behind her, pressing his hardness into the cleft between her perfectly shaped ass. His hands moved under her arms and cupped her breasts, testing their weight. A pinch to her nipples and they both tightened instantly.
“Do you touch yourself often?” he asked in wonder.
“What?”
“Alone? No one there but you. Do you touch yourself?” Sir asked.
“Ah... well no. I… no.”
“Why not?”
“Because––”
“Finish,” he said.
“Because I don’t think it’s, uhm, I––”
“I understand,” he said.
“What? What do you understand?” she asked.
“You,” he answered.
He squeezed her left breast, but let his other hand roam freely down her taut abdomen to the apex of her sex. She was so delicious that he actually shivered after dipping a single finger into the plump folds.
“I have another question, Rain.”
She shivered, her naked body in his arms. He flicked his tongue at her shoulder.
“I’ll only ask it once,” he told her.
“O-o-okay.”
He withdrew his middle finger and let it rest at the apex of her sex. “How do you like it?”
“I told you, if––”
“No. You did not. So, think carefully, and answer truthfully. Do you have to want a little for yourself to open you up? If you do, you need to say so now. Even a pet is granted a wish. Mine are. But I only ask once. Mmmm, it’s not hard, is it? To tell me the truth. To reach deep and pull out all that frustrated desire you’ve been denied?”
“You assume too much.”
He laughed. “Fair enough. I am known to make assumptions. Then correct me. Give me a clue. Do you want me to fuck you so hard that your spine breaks and all that is left is submission? Or should I eat this pussy before and after I give you the strap?” he said as he tapped his finger on the lips of her sex, “and get all in that cherry ass of yours until you’re drunk off me. Think about it, Rain. The bed or the floor, in the shower or right where you stand I can make it happen for you. I can have you drop down and hold those ankles and open up for me right here and now. Should I introduce myself first? Get you ready? That’s what a woman like you wants… a proper introduction.”
“You don’t know a woman like me.”
“Oh, yes I do. I’ve touched these petals and felt that flame no one ever strokes. Rain,” he released a throaty chuckle. “The truth, sweetheart, is that you don’t know a man like me.”
She sighed as if the threat were a proposal; he actually felt her vagina moisten in his palm. Sir rubbed his erection against her ass and tried to calm himself. If he weren’t careful she’d have him on his knees begging. It was exhilarating, finding a woman to excite him once more. How long had it been?
“Still no answer? Mmmm… then let me show you pleasure first.” He plucked at her bud and twisted it between two fingers.
“Yeess,” she hissed, slowly reacting by working her ass.
“Turn for me,” he answered back.
“You can tie me up later. If we’re to fuck, then I want it on equal ground,” she said, snatching the blindfold off. She turned and those irises, brown looked up under upward swept lashes with serious conviction. He was disappointed. His kitten wasn’t ready. She didn’t understand the rules she wrote about in her saucy novellas. They weren’t under contract as he usually enforced with his pets. So he didn’t want to frighten her by punishing her the way he typically would for such brazen rebellion. He’d worked too damn hard to bring them this far. So what was a Master to do?
This was his fault. He’d been so taken with her vulnerability. He hadn’t warmed her up to the concept of surrender. Tonight held such promise. He returned his finger to her pussy as his face drew in. Slowly, those sexy eyes of hers closed, making it easier for him to reclaim control. He made a mental note to not stare into them until he was finally fucking her into a new millennium.
His lips pressed to hers. A polite kiss initiated one peck then another. With the next, he ran the tip of his tongue at the seam of her lips and beckoned entry. Her hands slowly lifted, then grasped his arms. It was possibly to keep standing, because there was a noticeable jolt within her once he plunged his tongue in deeper. He owned her again, sweeping the corners of her mouth with his swift-moving tongue, tasting her tonsils, drawing her delicate tongue deeper into the kiss. It was a mouth-watering kiss that gave her a little freedom to be confident and him a shiver when she placed her hand on his groin. Her touch was a show of boldness he’d make her regret. Rain, as she called herself, squeezed him with a shaky hand. He gripped the back of her neck with his free hand while fingering her tight hole. His tongue plundered, thrust, and chased hers. Her breath was sweet and sour from the vodka martinis, an interesting mix that intensified with her scent and the mixture of the vanilla scented candles. He wanted to smell her sex and know her in the most carnal way. But he had to pace him
self. She wasn’t ready, though she thought so, and wanted him to think so. But she was getting there.
He sucked at her lips, nipped them and sucked harder, possibly too hard by the way she trembled and whimpered in his hold. He released her to come up for air. His lungs flooded with it, but he also tasted her essence. Her mouth gaped open. She lazily lifted her lids with a dazed cover to them.
Sir, shed his shirt. Taking her hand, he rubbed it over his cock, knowing that he was blessed. Her soft digits stroked his zipper, and his cock quaked and doubled in size.
“Open it. It’s for you,” he panted into her warm delicious mouth, stealing another kiss.
That quick wit of hers wasn’t there. She had no smart reply. But she did as she was told. Steadying her fingers, she slowly pulled down the tab of his zipper.
Seven
Destini blinked up at him as he rolled his broad shoulders before locking his fingers behind his head. It put the full massive spans of his chest before her. Beautiful. My word, the man was beautiful, even more so out of clothes. If only she could see his face. The damn mask covered half of it reaching to the bridge of his nose. She tried not to falter in her speech, or stare too much. He already read too much into her hesitance. Whatever her fears were, she wanted this. She wanted him.
His pants opened. He wore no underwear, which she gathered when she first touched him. And by the length of him, she considered it was probably best. No cock this thick and delicious should be locked away behind a pair of Hanes.